Beyond The Pale
Bull**** emotion bound by shattered illusions,
Growing ever more audacious in their attempts to subdue my soul,
As clichéd chatter traverses your radio waves wrought with fear,
Eagerly awaiting a contentious decision,
Gentle hearts stave off starvation with little more than words,
As love longs for salvation just as hope craves damnation,
In this carbolic silhouetted silence,
Brought forth by bastardized connoisseurs spewing municipal gospel,
For I often denounce the nuances intrinsic to isolation,
Preferring to reject the requisite reckonings and trivialities,
In favour of foolish folly in the face of fastidious foes,
Craving comfort from masochistic miscreants,
National pride begat regional produce decades ago,
Only to let socialist agendas aggravate conservative collusion,
In regards to circus acts assessing situations in which they have no control,
Nor an understanding of what lies beyond the Pale,
The mean, median and modal coincidences at hand multiply themselves in rage,
As if they’re guiding you into the arms of a bourgeoisie politburo,
For only those mistaken and meagre may enter without contradiction,
Therefore the revolution remains with the people,
Yet the people shall still denounce the revolution,
Bull**** emotion bound by shattered illusions,
Growing ever more audacious in their attempts to subdue my soul,
As clichéd chatter traverses your radio waves wrought with fear,
Eagerly awaiting a contentious decision,
Gentle hearts stave off starvation with little more than words,
As love longs for salvation just as hope craves damnation,
In this carbolic silhouetted silence,
Brought forth by bastardized connoisseurs spewing municipal gospel,
For I often denounce the nuances intrinsic to isolation,
Preferring to reject the requisite reckonings and trivialities,
In favour of foolish folly in the face of fastidious foes,
Craving comfort from masochistic miscreants,
National pride begat regional produce decades ago,
Only to let socialist agendas aggravate conservative collusion,
In regards to circus acts assessing situations in which they have no control,
Nor an understanding of what lies beyond the Pale,
The mean, median and modal coincidences at hand multiply themselves in rage,
As if they’re guiding you into the arms of a bourgeoisie politburo,
For only those mistaken and meagre may enter without contradiction,
Therefore the revolution remains with the people,
Yet the people shall still denounce the revolution,
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